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My name is Brian Finch.

I was your average
28-year-old screwup

until I took a pill called NZT.

Suddenly I had access
to every brain cell.

Every time he takes it,
for the next 12 hours,

he basically becomes the
smartest person in the world.

And that's why the FBI hired me.

My name's Brian Finch, this is
Rebecca Harris, and we're with the FBI.

God, that sounds cool.

There's just one problem.

NZT will kill you,

unless you have this shot.

Now you can have as much NZT as
you want with no side effects.

Why would you help me?

Let's just say I need
somebody in your position.

You describe to the FBI, or
anyone, about these shots...

I will let you die more painfully
and slowly than you can fathom.

So, Brian, you ready to
become somebody who matters?

Previously on Limitless...

I think my father was on NZT that night,

and if I can figure
out where it comes from,

maybe I can figure out
what happened to him.

It's time to make yourself useful.

We know quote a lot about
NZT outside of the fence.

FBI is playing catch-up.

I want you to find out
exactly what they know

and bring it to me.

Your dad made that?

I think my father was taking
NZT before he got killed.

So, if he was finally
painting again, that's why.

If my dad was gone, and I learned

there was something
out there he had made,

I don't think I could ignore it.

Right.

Last night.

Hey, buddy.

Now, don't take this the wrong way,
but I made you an instructional video.

Now, I know you remember
most of this stuff.

You are me, after all.

But you're me without NZT.

And let's be honest, some
stuff gets lost in translation.

So, Rebecca's awesome.

I know this, you know
this, we know this.

And you just learned the
FBI has a file on her dad,

which shows he was
using NZT before he died.

Do you want to tell her?

Of course you do.

You're Mr. Happy Nice Guy.

You want what's best for
everyone, but here's the thing.

And I want to be very clear about this

so that you can remember
it even without NZT.

_

You stole those files at the behest
of Senator Edward Morra's minion,

I guess you'd call him.

Stealing them was treason.

They put people...

in supermax prison for it.

You have to be very, very careful.

Let's just say you do tell her.

"Hey, Rebecca, it just
seems fair that we talk

since we're such good
friends and stuff."

Then she wants to know how you know.

She doesn't believe your
excuse, and you wind up...

in supermax prison.

Don't believe she'll turn you in? Fine.

"Hey, Rebecca, I know you
won't do anything compromising

"with the information I just handed you

because we're such
good friends and stuff."

But then she gets so mad
that she confronts her boss.

And you wind up in... You guessed it...

supermax prison.

You know what happens
in supermax prison?

Probably not death by giant boot.

Of course, if Mr. Sands finds out

that you told your FBI BFF

about the secret mission he gave you,

you will be praying
for death by giant boot.

♪ Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Make him the cutest...

Look, you're in the middle
of a very dangerous situation

with a number of
potentially awful outcomes,

but we can get through it.

I can get us through it.

But only if you listen.

You can't be Mr. Happy Nice Guy anymore.

You got to be Badass Brian.

Badass Brian keeps his secrets private.

Badass Brian looks out for
himself, and most importantly,

when all this is over, Badass
Brian gets to walk away,

free and alive.

Something wrong?

No. All good. Bottoms up.

So I sat there waiting
for the pill to kick in,

and I started to wonder.

Pill Brian is leaving
instructions for me now.

It sounded like he thought he
was talking to a different person,

and I don't like that.

And should I even listen to him?

Rebecca deserves to know
the truth about her father.

But when the pill kicked in,

I did start to see all the angles.

And he had some good points.

♪

Brian?

Brian?

We've been talking to
you for, like, 30 seconds,

and you're nodding your head, but it
doesn't really feel like you're listening.

No. I'm sorry. I was
thinking about something else.

Okay, we'll repeat ourselves.

No need. I mean, I wasn't
paying attention in the moment,

but, you know, perfect recall.

The CJC is working with Narcotics

to augment an investigation
into a ring of meth labs, but...

Most of the labs are upstate,

but we got a tip that there's
one in an L.E.S. housing project.

We're headed there
with SWAT and Narcotics,

but you're coming along to
work the Thunderbolt Bravo.

We're going to the Lower East
Side. We're looking for a meth lab.

And I'm operating the Thunderbolt Bravo?

What's that?

That's it? It just tracks cell phones?

This is state-of-the-art
surveillance,

with horizontal and vertical mapping.

We can ping any cell phone
around here, on or off.

Cool. Well, you obviously
vibe with the machine.

You know how it works.
What am I doing here?

We don't know which
number we're looking for.

The informant said the
lab is in that building.

There are 400 units. That
could be over 1,000 cells.

Sifting through data quickly
is kind of your thing.

We want to know if one of
those numbers stands out.

You said the other labs are upstate?

Yes.

Okay.

Well...

there are three cell phones
from area code 315 in there.

That's Utica.

How'd you do that?

The numbers haven't even
finished aggregating.

There's a 928 area code, also.

Arizona. More precisely, that's Yuma.

And I read in one of
the informant's files

that he used to travel up there
when he worked for these dealers.

So if that number crosses with a
Utica number, then odds are that's...

House eight, unit 3-R.

Wait, wait, wait! I just sit here?

We don't know exactly
what to expect in there,

but SWAT has point at all
times, all right? Let's go.

So, do you have to pay
for these cranberry juices,

or does the FBI buy them for you?

You may want to go easy on that.

Bladder management's kind of
a big thing in surveillance.

Ha! Well, staying hydrated is
kind of a big thing in life.

Plus, I have impeccable control
over my bodily functions.

♪

All right, I got to go.

Don't go in the building.

Trip wire!

Someone must have tipped them off.

They couldn't have gotten far.

Sweep the building! We need people
in the stairwells and the streets.

Now!

- Don't move?
- Get out of my way.

Listen, I'm with the FBI.

If you're mixed up in the meth thing,
it's better not to run, I promise.

Where's your gun?

Listen to me. Do not run away, man.

Then you're a fugitive, and
things will end really bad for you.

Look, I didn't do anything wrong.

That's great. More reason to stay here.

- Look, I can help you.
- Move.

Ah, ah, ah!

Look, if you're trying to stop me and you
don't have a gun, you better know how to fight.

Well, I do have perfect recall.

Stop!

Get the restraints on him; we need
to search the rest of the building.

I don't get it. I've seen Enter
the Dragon, like, 15 times.

Yeah, well, at least I
slowed him down for you guys.

You're welcome.

Sync and corrected by rickSG
www.addic7ed.com

Not sure he could hear me
through the ringing in his ears,

but, yeah, he's gonna be okay.

And you?

I'm fine.

Little pissed off at Bruce
Lee right now, but I'm good.

Next time, maybe you should monitor
your cranberry juice consumption.

You know, that said, we
can't have you running

out of the building
without proper training,

so I'm gonna have you run
a SWAT self-defense course.

Rooks, you can get him
up to speed on that.

And what about the kid we brought
in from the Lower East Side?

His name is Christopher
Garper. He's 20. No priors.

He claims that he never
went into the apartment,

that he just followed his
brother into the building,

and security footage confirms his story.

That's Chris Garper's brother, Sam,

walking in with Norris Allen, the
occupant of the unit we raided.

This is about 20 minutes
before we got there.

Their guests from Yuma and
Utica arrive a couple minutes

after Garper and Allen.

And last of all, Chris Garper.

Getting back to the
occupant, Norris Allen.

I looked into his criminal records.

Yeah, he did time for arson,

and he joined up with the Sons of Nathan
Bedford Forrest when he was in jail.

He was also thrown into
solitary for rigging up a bomb

with stuff he stole from a janitor.

The Sons of Nathan Bedford Forrest

call themselves a militia.

These are not drug dealers.

We don't think this is a drug deal.

Chemicals used to synthesize meth
can also be used to make explosives.

They're planning on
something in New York.

They refer to our city

as "Sodom" on their
chat boards, so yeah.

I'm looping in the Counterterror SAC

so we can check any recent chatter.

What does the kid in custody say?

He say anything?

So far, nothing; he won't talk to us.

He won't talk to me or Boyle.

There's only one person he asked to see.

Face okay?

Pretty much.

Thrown that punch a few times, huh?

Just when I need to.

So why'd you ask to see me?

To apologize.

Sorry.

What, you think that's
gonna get you off the hook?

I don't know.

I thought you seemed
cool. Guess I was wrong.

Look, I told them, I only
ran because I freaked out.

I got nothing to do with this.

Well, that's what I'm
here to figure out.

They say if I don't want
to do a bunch of time,

I have to tell them
all about my brother.

What are you gonna do?

I don't even know what I can tell you.

I have no idea where Sam is.

But I know that he's not a terrorist.

He goes on Web sites, pops
off about the government...

That's all just noise.

Well, you followed him into that
building for a reason, Chris.

You must think he's up to something.

Sam wouldn't kill people.

All right? He's a good person.

He's been watching out
for me since I was 16.

What about your parents?

If I talk to you, I want you to help him

the same way you guys
said you'd help me.

Only I don't think

that I know anything
that's gonna help you.

You might know more
than you think you do.

Tell me about him.

What, just, like, talk?

I mean, he's Sam.

You know?

Everybody thinks he's this big, tough...

Did I believe Sam was innocent?

Well, I believe Chris believed it.

They were brothers.
They did brother stuff.

I got two older brothers.

Youngest brother, growing
up in a big family...

It's not a good spot to be.

I mean, I could relate, to a point.

Especially after my mother
passed. What happened to your mom?

Chris told me how he and
Sam lost their mom to cancer,

and how her death drove
their dad to drink.

My brother took it the hardest...

Which led to them losing him, too.

It was bad.

By the time we were done,

I was an expert in Sam Garper.

Hey. So the guy...

whose apartment we
raided, Norris Allen...

We've got his picture out to everyone
who carries a badge in this city.

And, uh, Counterterror
has someone undercover

with ties to the group Sons of Nathan,

so we'll see what they
can pick up about the plan.

Amazing.

You've been up to something.

Yeah, I talked to Chris Garper about
his brother for, like, three hours today.

I got everything Sam was into,

from Aquaman to Zeppelin.

Well, it's pretty.

Thank you.

You know, Chris also told me
that he knows his brother has

an e-mail account he
keeps secret from Chris.

He saw Sam closing out of it in
a hurry a few different times.

If Sam is communicating with
a hate group, stands to reason

he's using the secret account.

I figure the user name and password

is... some combination

of this, at one of the
major free e-mail sites.

That's quite a few
possible e-mail accounts.

Just north of 20,000 so far.

But I'm running out of NZT,

so I'm outsourcing the rest to Cyber,

and they'll run possibilities all night.

Whew!

Oh, hey.

You had mentioned you
stopped by that gallery

to see your dad's
paintings the other night?

Yeah.

So... seeing all that work
you didn't know he did...

That's got to give
you a real sense of...

closure?

Um...

actually, it made me curious.

I don't know why, but I always assumed

that he'd only used NZT the one time

that he came to see me, but...

I saw these paintings, and...

they're incredible.

They moved me. I...

There was a part of me that
was thinking I'd be okay

never knowing what happened to him.

But... now I don't
know if I ever will be.

So...

good night.

Yeah.

Okay, so we went ahead

and asked Rebecca about her dad.

The intentions were good.

I wanted you to know
that she had moved on.

The outcome?

Not so good.

So, since you're not on NZT,
and you're therefore subject

to all kinds of unruly,
emotionally driven altruism,

I thought a pie chart might help.

Now, I do recognize that this
leaves out the possibility

of a supermax prison, but...

for purposes of this chart,
supermax equals death.

Don't you guys ever knock?

I'm supposed to take you to training.

I can be really
annoying when I'm on NZT.

We've noticed.

♪

Okay, you know that cool
kid in junior high school

who somehow had, like,
three black belts already?

No, not me.

Him. Pretty sure that kid
grew up to be Casey Rooks.

And if anyone can make
me a badass, it's him.

Don't get into a fight.

Okay.

If you do get into a fight,

take it to the ground,
get on top of the guy,

isolate one of his limbs,
and make it bend the wrong way

- until he doesn't want to fight anymore.
- Okay.

Either that or... you can choke
him out till he falls asleep.

Wow. Okay.

What I just told you takes about
ten years to learn how to do well.

But if you know even a little,

you'll be able to take
care of yourself, all right?

Come on, now.

He explained that the human body is
a series of strong and weak points.

You can go after an elbow,

a knee, an ankle.

And it all made sense...
In theory anyway.

And if Bruce Lee taught me anything,

it's that I needed
to unlearn everything.

What better time than on NZT?

If I can control which
way you're looking,

I control your whole body.

Right.

- Can you move?
- No.

Right.

Guys?

- I need Brian.
- Harris.

You haven't been out
on the mats in a while.

Hey, you came here with no ego.

You did a good job.

Run this two mornings a week, all right?

All right.

How'd that go?

Learn anything you didn't expect to?

That that guy is way cooler than me.

You know, the e-mail handles
that you gave Cyber...

Well, they ran them, and
they found one account

that was totally empty,
except for a drafts folder.

That's where we found these.

Huh.

So, what do a cat, a spaceship

and Jack Black have
to do with terrorism?

That's Paul Revere.

And terrorist groups have been known

to encrypt information into data files.

It's basic steganography.

We think Sam Garper
is sharing his account

with another user,
presumably Norris Allen,

and they're using the drafts
folder to avoid a trail.

Allen's address, where the raid was.

- 300 Cortlandt Street?
- Exactly.

November 20... that's two days from now.

1214 Monroe Street, Queens?

It's a hospital.

I'll tell security

to keep an eye out for
anything suspicious,

but it's been quiet.

Can we check if any patients

matching these descriptions
have been admitted

in the last 48 hours?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

You think this is the target?

Maybe.

Can't assume anything.

What are you looking for?

Can we get a list of everyone
who has access to this storeroom?

Sure. We do change
the combination weekly,

per federal regulations.

Is it
8-2-7-3-5-1-2-3-5?

It's written on the doorjamb.

If I had to memorize a
nine-digit code, I'd cheat, too.

- Do you mind?
- Please.

The chemicals used in cancer treatment

can transform a bomb
into RDD, which is exactly

why rooms like this have to be secured.

Is there an issue?

The seal is broken.

It's empty.

RDD?

Radiological Dispersion Device.

Looks like Sam Garper's
building a dirty bomb.

The hospital's security footage

puts Sam Garper in the
radiology wing 36 hours ago.

According to Sacred Heart, they're
missing five units of Iridium-192.

Combine that with the explosive
chems they've already got,

we're looking at a
sizeable contamination zone.

The worst part of this job
is learning about things

you never knew you
needed to worry about.

For instance, weapons
of mass disruption.

Sounds like a really bad band name.

It's what my bosses call RDDs.

Now, we all know radiation is bad,

but with an RDD, the poisoning
is almost besides the point.

The point is the panic.

People flood the hospitals,
transportation shuts down,

businesses close.

By the time the blast
site is decontaminated,

the city's economy is destroyed.

The whole infrastructure falls apart.

Are you listening to me, Brian?

Brian!

No. Sorry. Uh, what's up?

I want you to go talk to Chris Garper.

He must be upset about his brother.

You mean that he's a possible terrorist?

He doesn't know yet.

You want me to tell him.

- I'll go with you.
- No, no, no, no, no. You can observe.

Finch has already won the kid's trust.

If there's anything Chris Garper
hasn't told us about his brother,

there's a better chance
he'll crack if you're alone.

I'm not gonna try to crack him.

Look, the kid is already
gonna be so crushed.

Sam's the kid I care about.

The one with the bomb.

Go.

That's your brother.

He's stealing radioactive chemicals.

Now, I know you thought
he was someone different,

but your brother's
planning to kill people.

A lot of them.

No. This is... this is
him pushing a trash can.

This doesn't tell me anything.

You remember Sam's e-mail
address that you told us about?

These are some of the messages
that were in his drafts folder,

and they show how that group slowly
recruited him into doing this.

But he is doing this.

I'm sorry to put it this way,
but it's a terrorist attack.

Read the e-mails, Chris.

You thought Sam was a
different kind of guy

when we started talking,

so... maybe there's
something you didn't tell me.

Maybe you know a way to
stop this from happening.

I don't even know my own brother, man.

What do you want me to tell you?

Look, if there's
nothing, there's nothing.

Chris, I believe you.

Whatever they're planning,

we think it's happening
in about two days.

So if you do remember
something and you want to talk,

I'll be here.

- Brian...
- Look,

what does Naz want
me to do, torture him?

He doesn't know anything.

I know. I was watching.

I'm checking on you.

Well, I just told that
guy that his brother

is an aspiring mass murderer.

Practically heard his heart snap.

I saw.

Chris knows the truth now.

It may be hard to take, but...
it's better to know, right?

Hey, Rebecca.

_

Never mind.

See you tomorrow.

So Pill-Brian doesn't want
me to tell Rebeccathe truth

about the NZT file. Fine.

He never said I can't
dig into it on my own.

You better not have
broken into my place again.

Um, you gave me a key,

remember?

Who'd you think I was?

You get a lot of men breaking in here?

Don't worry about it.

Hmm.

I got the good stuff.

I've got to be ready to go
in, in case something breaks

on the Sam Garper case.

How did training go today?

First time. Your guy did fine.

He didn't ask about you and me, did he?

Why would he? We were grappling.

I don't know. He's sharp.

I wouldn't want him to
figure out that we're dating.

What's the deal with this kid?

He, um...

We both knew there'd be stuff
we couldn't talk about, so...

let's just leave it at that.

Yeah. I'm happy to
leave work at the door,

but what do you want me to
say if Finch asks about us?

Well, we have to dodge it.

We haven't signed the HR forms yet.

Right. Because this isn't
at the HR form stage yet.

Can we stop talking
about human resources now?

Yeah. Done.

Quick question.

Why is there a clay effigy
of me on your coffee table?

You?

That's Charles Barkley.

I told you to get some good scotch.

Yeah, well, that was the most
expensive bottle they had.

You can't get your
single malt at the bodega.

That phone number I gave
you, it's for emergencies.

You and Edward Morra.

You guys know a lot more about
NZT than the FBI does, right?

So, those files I stole for you,

there's something in there
that I want to learn more about.

The woman I work with at
the FBI is Rebecca Harris.

They have a file on her father.

He was using NZT, and
then he got murdered.

You haven't said
anything to her, have you?

No, of course not.

But if I can find out
what happened to him,

maybe there's a way I can let her know

without telling her what's in the files.

Look, if you know anything,

just tell me.

Wh-What do you care?

About Rebecca Harris's dad?

I don't.

And neither should you.

Is this woman a distraction for you?

What?

No.

Are we going to have to arrange for you

to work with someone different?

No.

It's not like that.

I haven't talked to her about anything.

Even so, we can't have
some misguided loyalty

distracting you from the
real reason you're at the FBI.

It's not. We're fine.

Rebecca and I are fine.

Forget I said anything.

Mr. Morra and I don't
keep track of every junkie

who manages to get his hands on NZT.

I never heard of Conrad Harris
until you put that file in my hand.

Use that number sparingly, yeah?

How's your dad, by the way?

He get out of the hospital okay?

Maybe I was right.

I mean, maybe Pill-Brian was right.

We were right? Whatever.

I tried to help Rebecca,

and instead I almost got us split up.

No more Mr. Happy Nice Guy.

I have to be Badass Brian.

Badass Brian keeps his secrets private.

Badass Brian looks out for himself.

And when all this is over, Badass Brian

gets out of this free and alive.

Chris. What are you doing here?

I got to talk to you, man.
About an hour ago, he called me.

Sam called me.

I think I know where he is.

Sam had this bag stashed at our place.

He wanted me to grab it,
then wait for his call.

He said he's got money in it, and
whatever the hell that stuff is.

I read about that thing that he's
building, and it says that the people

who put it together and who set it off,

that they get worse poison than anybody.

I mean, he's gonna die.

Sam's gonna kill a bunch of
people, and he's gonna die.

What happened to my brother?

Why's he doing this?

I don't know, Chris.

I think usually people
that join groups like that,

they're looking for
some kind of purpose.

I sort of feel like I
did this to him, you know?

What do you mean?

Sam dropped out so I could go to school.

I got the diploma, and he got... what?

Look, I know you already know this,

but whatever Sam did for you,

it doesn't make what
he's doing now okay.

You understand, I take that call,

let you guys follow me,

I'm turning in my brother.

You got brothers.

How would that make you feel?

Can't even imagine.

Look, I need to know
what you can do for Sam.

He's done bad things.
He's got to go to jail.

But he's not a terrorist yet.

Is there, like, a program
that you can get him in?

Maybe he can get his
diploma while he does time.

I don't think so, but I'll check.

What exactly does he expect from us?

I don't know. But I do know

that we're asking him to
turn in his own brother.

So there has to be
something we can give.

Do you know what's in that
backpack that Sam Garper wants?

Beryllium powder.

He needs it to finish
the bomb he's building

that will render some chunk
of this city uninhabitable.

People will die, others will get sick,

and it will all be to advance
the cause of hate and nihilism.

There are no reform
schools for people planning

what Sam Garper is planning.

There's no second chance for people
who rig trip wires to kill my agents.

I don't know how Chris
will react to that.

Well, we can't give him
the chance to react to it.

So you want me to lie to him.

He has to get to that
meeting with his brother,

and I want you to think about

what will happen if he doesn't.

You can think of it as a
math problem if you have to.

However you get there,

you have to tell Chris
Garper what he needs to hear.

Okay.

If I have to do this,
I want my pill first.

I'm better at crunching
numbers when I'm on NZT.

To the benefits of being a badass.

Hey, bud.

So what'd you find out?

Can you help Sam?

As a matter of fact,

we can help Sam.

Did I pull it off? Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I made federal prison sound
like a California vacation.

♪

In my head, I made Mike
and Ike the prison guards.

You get the metaphor.

Anyway, they were all
gonna have so much fun.

And Sam wasn't just gonna
get a high school diploma,

he was being set up
for a life of success.

Did I lay it on a little thick?

Maybe.

But whatever I had to say,
whatever lies I had to tell,

they worked.

He believed me.

♪

Chris just got the call...

Sam wants him to pass the bag
off at East River Park, 4:00 p.m.

Cool.

You okay?

I've had to manipulate
informants before, and...

you want to take a Silkwood
shower when it's done,

but it does get easier.

It gets easier to
manipulate your informants?

What about your consultants?

That's different. I think you know that.

Oh, yeah, I get it.

It's all in the game.

You never saw that show?

♪

Chris wasn't handing
the bag off until 6:00,

so I went straight into my
training session with Casey.

But this time would be different.

I'm sure Casey wasn't expecting me

to get the upper hand
that fast, or even at all.

But I knew he would try after that.

I mean, really try.

He got me a bunch of times,
I got him a few times.

But it was pretty clear
I'd know what to do

if I got in another fight.

Okay, so... why'd you hustle everybody?

I mean, you've obviously trained before.

No one learns that
much technique in a day.

I'm a quick study.

Our people aren't gonna move in

until you walk away from your brother.

Now, we expect everything's
gonna be just fine,

but we want you clear of the
arrest for your own safety.

Try not to spend too
much time talking to Sam.

Just give him the bag and say good-bye.

All right.

Kid's there waiting.

Tunnel is secure.

Good by the south pathway.

We got it surrounded.

You've got two people
coming from the tunnel.

That's Sam Garper. He's
got his buddy with him.

That's Norris Allen.
What's he doing here?

Two-for-one
special's on.

Sam.

Hey, bud.

You look awful, man.

Looks like you found my bag.

Listen, kid, this is...

this is all gonna get
straightened out, all right?

I'm gonna be back home, you know.

I don't know when it's gonna be, but...

we'll see each other again, all right?

Why are you doing this, man?

Doing what?

What is he doing?

Hey, I'm sorry.

This is gonna be a good thing.

He brought the cops. Let's
get the hell out of here.

Sam, don't run!

Don't run!

Don't! Stop!

Move, move, move.

Sam!

Hey!

- I'm going out.
- No, we're the eyes. We stay here.

Cover left. Go!

Who has eyes on Norris Allen?

Stay down.

- Good?
- Yeah.

What happened to Allen?

Don't move!

We've got Sam Garper in cuffs.
Norris Allen doubled back,

pulled a gun on Chris.

- Who fired?
- Boyle hit Allen with three shots.

- Thank God.
- Finch.

Uh, Allen did get a shot off.

Where's that ambulance?! Let's go!

I'll call you if there's anything, too.

Thank you.

We just got a call from Bellevue.

Chris Garper was in hydrostatic shock

when they loaded him into the ambulance.

They opened him up to operate, but...

there was too much hemorrhaging.

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

So I told him whatever he needed to hear

to get him to that meeting, and...

he got killed.

I understand how you're feeling.

It's awful.

His brother Sam is gonna be okay.

His radiation burns were
the worst of his injuries.

There's a bomb that won't go
off because of what we did today.

You saved lives.

Yep. But not him.

There had to be way to do both;
I just didn't think it through,

not even on NZT.

This is the worst part
of what we do, Brian.

Working a C.I.

Gets really complicated really fast.

We try to avoid it, but sometimes...

what's best for the case...

what's best for the
world, turns out to be

a very different thing than
what's best for the person.

Yeah, but that's how we
get through it, right?

I mean, we limit morality...

draw boundaries, compartmentalize...

Like you and Casey.

What?

You say it gets easier to
manipulate people, to lie.

How can you have an honest relationship?

Uh, sorry...

how do you know about me and Casey?

His cologne, it lingers on you.

Your reaction when Naz
suggested he train me.

The way he shows up at
your desk every morning.

Okay, thank you, I get it.

Okay, so when I said
it gets easier to lie,

that was a lie.

But you find a way to live with it.

Can I give you a lift?

No, I could use the walk.

Hey. You heading home?

Yeah. You?

Oh, maybe.

You doing okay? Rough day out there.

Yeah.

Our guy Finch is a wreck.

I'm sorry, I got to ask.

What are you guys doing with him?

I mean, you remember when
you and me started training?

It took you at least two weeks

just get a handle on the breathing.

- You said I was gifted.
- Yeah, you were.

Brian... he's already
doing joint locks and chokes

that I didn't learn till
my fifth year on the mat.

It's like he absorbed a decade's
worth of technique in a night.

So either he's hiding the
fact that he had training,

or there's something else going on.

He's a fast learner.

Mm. That's what everyone keeps saying.

Yeah. He learned about us.

Oh. So I guess we
should sign that HR form.

No.

I trust him.

Good night, Casey.

Night, Rebecca.

If you're watching this,

that means you're me... Me on the pill.

Guy who's been telling me what to do.

And I know you remember all this,

but I'm gonna say it anyway.

Just because you remember everything

doesn't mean you know everything.

We are not omniscient,

or today would have
gone very differently.

And if putting myself first

means being okay with what
happened to Chris Garper,

then I'm not playing.

You tell me I've got to
be ruthless to survive.

But if that means
killing the part of myself

that makes being alive worthwhile,

that is not how I'm
getting through this.

That isn't how we're
getting through this.

So deal with it.

You don't have a choice, really,

because by the time I take my next pill,

the damage is already going to be done.

You okay?

I made a copy of this file.

I can't tell you exactly how I got it,

but I do think you
should know what's inside.

You deserve to know what's inside.

It's about your father, Rebecca.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

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